Page 74 of Play of Love
“It will be when you want to invite Allegra and bed friends.” I had to be realistic. The man just told me women crawled all over him and it wasn’t his fault if they did the wild dance. “You get all cranky with me when you haven’t had sex in days. God forbid if I was the cause of you not being able to have your little fling parties.”
I thought he’d make some sort of wise crack about that but he didn’t. He gave me this cautious look and I wasn’t certain what he was thinking.
“I won’t be inviting Allegra and bed friends here anymore. I haven’t in months.”
“But you might. You might miss them.”
“I won’t.”
“How do you know?”
He took my hand and held it up. “Because of this.”
“My hand?” I narrowed my eyes at him and wondered if this was another one of his crazy reasonings.
“No, this.” He shook my hand.
“What is it?” I chuckled.
“Exactly, I don’t know what it is, but there’s something between us. Something that I don’t deserve.” He released my hand. I couldn’t have been more stunned by his words. “But since I want it, I’ll work for it. That means no more Allegra and bed friends. And it means takingusas slow as you want.”
I pulled in a breath to calm myself. To calm my heart as I absorbed his words.
“Josh.”
“Amy, please just give me a chance to take care of you. Let me have that.”
I felt a sense of eagerness coming from him and saw that he really wanted me to be here, so I thought I’d agree. “Okay.”
“Good. So, that just leaves the dress. You made it, didn’t you?” He tilted his head to the side.
“How’d you guess?” I smiled up at him.
“It was the way you looked when you realized it was damaged.”
“I’m a fashion designer. I applied to work with Dior and that dress was supposed to be my ticket in.”
“Well, you are full of surprises. You really are. You’re a fashion designer?” He looked really impressed.
“I want to work for Dior, but now I don’t have a dress and the new designer showcase is in a month. That dress took me months to make.”
“Is that how long it takes?”
“No, it just took time to design the right dress. Something I thought would win their hearts and I…” The dress had cost me a total of five thousand dollars. I didn’t even have three hundred right now.
“How about you work out what you need and then you and Hilda can go shopping in Beverly Hills or something. There’s plenty of designers there and I know there must be places you can get your material and diamonds or whatever.”
I just laughed. Maybe he didn’t realize how broke I was.
“Josh, I’m broke, I can’t even get plastic diamonds in theBargain Bin.”
“You aren’t broke, you have me.” He reached into his pocket and took out his bank card. “Here, just get what you need.”
“Josh I can’t take your card. The dress cost thousands. I’m already staying in your house.”
“Baby, don’t you think life is hard enough as it is?”
“Yes.” There was no question about that.
